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I just tried to listen to my cats’ heartbeats using a stethoscope. I couldn’t hear it; any heart sounds were drowned out by the sound of purring.
Instead, I spent the time petting both my cats at once. Not a bad way to hang out on a Sunday morning.
Of course, the logical conclusion is that since I can’t hear their hearts beating, I must have zombie cats. Those of you who’ve met my cats will realize that this explains a lot.
For anyone who follows my overly-melodramatic stories about my health:
After a single day of rest, I feel fine. This in itself is a blessing; when I catch a bad cold, it normally knocks me out for five days. Only a day of nasty symptoms is so unusual for me, I can’t remember the last time it occurred.
So I’m fine. Stop worrying. Go out there and change the world. Or at least the bed sheets.
I had just started walking to lunch today (yay, exercise!) when I started coughing. This was no minor cough. It was a five-minute coughing fit with lots of disgusting side symptoms.
I inched my way back to my car and drove to get lunch. At this moment my chest feels sore, but I’m not sure if it’s due to all the coughing or something else.
Where’s the blessing? Simple: I’ve got a three-day weekend with absolutely nothing scheduled. If I had to get sick, this is the weekend to do it. I’ve got plenty of soup and tea at home. I can focus on resting and getting well.
There are many people who don’t have this luxury. For what I have, I give much thanks.
And I haven’t forgotten the obligation of those who have: to share something with those who haven’t. But not this weekend.
OK, Internet, let’s see what you can do. If you know how to reach any of the people listed below, would you please send me contact information or arrange and introduction?
In connection with my work on the biography of Isaac Bonewits, I’d like to get in touch with Ron Wright. He was an editor of Gnostica in the 1970s, and Isaac’s immediate superior. Carl Weschcke was kind enough to tell me that, four years ago, Ron Wright was the head of Big Mountain Publishing in Montana. But that web site is now defunct, and he may have moved. Addendum: He’s on Facebook, but I don’t know how often he checks his FB messages. If anyone has a more direct way to contact him, I’d like to know.
Can I get confirmation that Robert Larsen has passed away? He was Isaac’s roommate at Berkeley, and introduced Isaac to organized druidry. I’d’ve loved to have interviewed him, not only to get an idea of what Isaac was like in the late 60s, but what Berkeley was like.
I’d also like to get in touch with Robert C. Pennell. He and Isaac wrote fantasy novels in (I think) the 1970s. They were never published, but I have a couple of the manuscripts. Aside from asking him questions about Isaac, I’d like to get permission to potentially quote a section of their work in the biography. Addendum: He’s also on FB. Again, I don’t know how often he checks his messages, so any more direct contact information would be appreciated.
I’m sure I’ll have more requests, but let’s see how these work out.
In case it’s not clear: yes, please boost the signal!
PS: My thanks to Barbara Giacalone, whose superior detective skills helped locate Ron and Robert on FB.
When I started this LJ blog, I felt I should be anonymous. I picked a name of personal significance to me, crytolos, that would have no meaning to anyone who didn’t know me.
Things have changed in the past three years. Facebook has eroded the concept of internet privacy. Also, now I’m using my blog as an information-gathering resource as I write a biography of Isaac Bonewits.
Therefore, I’ve changed the name of my LJ account to . I’ve allowed auto-forwarding from the old crytolos account, so all the old links still work and folks can still use it to read my blog.
I know I could have have just created a new LJ account, but frankly I don’t want to be bothered with the hassle of maintaining multiple accounts. Anyone who’s reading my blog for news and anecdotes about the biography will have to deal with stories about my Wiccan experience, gaming adventures, and maybe a physics essay someday.
Tonight I sit down to have dinner and watch a movie. I set up the meal, sit down, turn on the DVD player.
Then the chair collapses under me.
After several months, and many long hours in front of a scanner, I’ve mostly completed copying Isaac’s files. It was a huge pile of paper, about thirty large boxes; apparently he never threw away anything he’d written or received. (It’s "mostly completed" because Phaedra still has some boxes of his unsorted papers in North Carolina.)
I’m in an introspective mood, pondering my role as a teacher in the Craft.
This was hard to watch, remembering what it was like for Isaac. I absolutely agree with Sir Terry Pratchett on this issue.
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